Chapter 295 Happy

"Room 207, third floor."

Dean recalled the address sent by the Smith Detective Agency headquarters, and wondered if the Smith Detective Agency had sent him the wrong address.

This shabby apartment is not an exaggeration to say that it is a cheap house rented by illegal workers.

It is too low-class to use it to receive customers, right?

"Forget it, I'm here now."

Dean muttered, just about to go upstairs.

Just then, a woman's roar suddenly came from above his head: "FK, go to hell, bastard!"

The next moment.

A figure fell from the sky and landed on the car in front of Dean.

Dean looked up and found that on the second floor, a middle-aged Asian woman was still at the window, cursing at the white man who fell down: "Fuck you, immortal board, you son of a bitch, I told you to find evidence of my husband's cheating, but you went up and made evidence yourself!"

Because she was too excited, the woman directly spoke the language from her hometown.

Dean's eyes widened slightly.

Wow.

It turned out to be a Sichuan girl from his hometown in Sichuan.

Don't mention it, this authentic curse tone is quite friendly.

This is the meaning of this sentence, why can't he understand it?

"Ahem~"

The white man who fell from the second floor, holding his stomach, with a wronged look on his dark face, said in awkward Chinese: "Just tell me whether you have got the evidence or not?"

"Hei tui!"

The white man's words irritated the woman on the second floor even more.

Dean suspected that if it weren't for the skirt that affected her climbing the corridor fence, the woman upstairs would definitely jump down after spitting and directly crush the white man lying on the roof of the car, because she was already trying to put her feet on the corridor fence.

The white man was scared.

He didn't care about the pain in his back, holding his stomach and sliding down from the roof of the car, then took out the key from his pocket and got in the car quickly.

When the woman on the second floor rushed down.

The white man had already driven the car and ran away quickly.

"What a jerk that can run!"

The middle-aged woman cursed a few times in the direction where the car left, and then she saw a tall handsome man standing next to her watching the fun.

Her eyes lit up, she tidied her messy hair, and changed her tone to a delicate one: "Handsome man, are you here to recruit people? My name is Li Juan, I have a lot of cheap workers, very capable, I can help introduce them."

As she said, she handed over a business card from her pocket.

Dean took the business card and saw that it said: "Li Juan Labor Service."

Got it.

This woman is a laborer.

If I guessed correctly, the workers Li Juan mentioned are probably illegal workers from China.

In fact, at this time, in addition to regular immigrants, there are not many Chinese illegal workers coming to the United States, and most of them are introduced by relatives and intermediaries, and the intermediaries help to contact channels.

And this part of people is basically concentrated in a fixed area. Before getting a work card, they all work for some Chinese bosses.

Only after getting familiar with this place.

This part of the group will try it out and stay away from compatriots and intermediaries.

Let’s not talk about the twists and turns here for now.

Dean wanted to get some information from Li Juan, so he shook his head: "I came here to find someone. By the way, isn’t this an apartment building? Can it recruit people?"

It’s probably because he looks handsome.

After listening to Dean’s words, Li Juan showed doubts on her face, but she still patiently explained: "This community is basically full of illegal workers from China. The apartment in front of you is also rented by some agents, so people who come here are either looking for a job or looking for cheap workers."

"But I heard there is a detective agency here"

Li Juan rolled her eyes: "Yes, it just moved here. It was opened by the bastard who just ran away. He also said that he was a cooperative agency of the Commonwealth Detective Agency, bah!"

After spitting, Li Juan realized that her true nature was exposed. She wiped her mouth a little embarrassedly, hurried to another car downstairs, got in the car, and left.

Looking at the taillights of the other party's car leaving.

Dean touched his chin.

It feels even more unreliable!

This apartment building has only five floors.

Go up to the second floor.

Dean noticed that there were indeed white papers under the room numbers, with the names and phone numbers of various labor agencies written in Chinese pinyin.

These should be black agencies, that is, agencies without qualifications.

Such agencies usually do business with acquaintances or through user referrals. If no one reports it, foreigners generally cannot understand those pinyins and will not deliberately cause trouble here.

201-206, all have the white paper names of agencies, including Li Juan Labor.

There are two open doors. Through the open doors, you can see the simple office desks inside, and there are small beds next to the desks, pots and bowls for cooking and noodles, etc.

There are cheap Simmons mattresses on the floor, and there are a few Asian middle-aged men and women lying on them without much energy.

They are probably all Chinese.

When the people inside saw Dean walking through the corridor outside, there was no panic on their faces. It seems that they are all experienced, not newbies who just came here.

Pass through these rooms.

Dean came to room 207 at the end of the corridor.

The door to the room is open, and a clear footprint can be seen on the wooden door. There is a hole in the heel. It looks like it was kicked by high heels. The sawdust wound is fresh. If you guessed correctly, it is the foot of Li Juan just now. .

There was also a brand new lanyard sign lying on the ground.

Dean picked it up and took a look. There was a line of sign written on it with cheap printing ink: Harry Detective Agency.

"Meet another Harry, but this one is white."

Dean missed Harry and Lawrence a little.

This time, in order not to attract the attention of Meng En and the others, he came back without contacting his mother and Lawrence's old friends.

"When I find the opportunity, I will kill you all!"

Dean remembered the previous unpleasantness, threw away the sign in his hand, and walked into the room.

The room looked like it had just been renovated and renovated. It looked quite neat. There was a desk at the end. On the desk were some cheap-looking second-hand office supplies and a photo frame.

On the wall in front of the table, there are several glass frames that look like they cost a lot of money. They are filled with detective agency documents. They should all look authentic.

Dean glanced at the contents of the files on the wall and narrowed his eyes slightly: "It's interesting. How did this guy do it?"

Documents show that the Harry Detective Agency was founded more than a month ago.

There is absolutely no way this is the Los Angeles office of the Smith Detective Agency, and it definitely can’t be the other party’s partner!

But Dean is certain that the address sent by the email address of the headquarters of 'Smith Detective Agency' is right here!

So, how did the white man who had just been fucked downstairs by Li Juan do it?

Dean thought for a while, but did not immediately take out his cell phone and call the Smith Detective Agency.

He slowly walked to the chair in front of the desk and sat down, ready to wait for the owner of the place to return.

Sit down this time.

Dean discovered something interesting again.

He seems to know why this simple detective agency is called Harry Detective Agency!

He reached out and picked up the picture frame on the table.

The photo is one in black and one in white, with the two young men leaning on each other and smiling brightly.

The two of them seemed to have a close relationship. The white man on the left was the man who had just fallen from the second floor, and the black man on the right was Dean's little brother, Detective Harry!

Harry, this bastard, actually kept quiet and started a detective agency with others!

"It seems that during his absence, Harry has taken on more part-time jobs."

Dean put his feet up and waited for the owner of this place to return.

About forty minutes passed.

Accompanied by hurried footsteps.

A wretched-looking white man rushed into the room from outside in a panic and slammed the door.

"Huh, crazy woman!"

He gasped for air and turned around.

next moment.

The white man was startled by Dean, who was sitting in his office chair and looking at him with a smile.

He touched his door handle for the first time, wanting to run away, but then he seemed to come to his senses and looked at Dean with an evil look on his face: "Hey, man, I remember you, you were downstairs just now, who are you? "

Dean pointed to the wall behind him: "Isn't this a detective agency? I'm the one looking for you to do business."

"It turned out to be a customer."

The white man coughed twice, adjusted his cheap suit, and changed his serious expression: "My name is Happy, and I am the boss of Harry Detective Agency. Our detective agency has rich investigative experience and intelligence channels. May I ask? What kind of business do you want to handle?”

"There's no rush yet."

Dean took out his cell phone, dialed Harry's number, and played a voiceover.

"Weird guy."

Happy vaguely felt something was wrong, so he took a step back and retreated to the door again, as if he was ready to run away as soon as he found something was wrong.

Harry was probably trying to catch a fish. He answered the phone immediately and said in a disgusting tone: "Wow, Boss Dean, you haven't contacted us for a long time. Have you missed your good friend Harry?"

Dean rolled his eyes: "If I remember correctly, we just talked on the phone last week!"

In his free time, he often called Harry and Lawrence to learn about the situation in Los Angeles and always look for opportunities to return.

Happy, who was at the door, heard the voice coming from the phone, and his eyes widened: "You are Harry's friend!"

On the other end of the phone, Harry also heard Happy's voice and exclaimed: "Boss Dean, why did I hear my good brother's voice?"

Ten minutes later.

Harry came to the detective agency and gave Dean a warm hug: "Boss Dean, you didn't contact us when you came back!"

"You know, it's not convenient right now. I need to keep a low profile as much as possible."

Dean pushed Harry away in disgust.

After some pleasantries.

In the narrative pieced together by Harry and Happy, Dean also understood the cause and effect.

It turned out that after he left, although the Fourth Squadron took over many cases, Dean's team was directly taken over by the current captain, Old Hunter, and this veteran's crime-solving skills were average...

Ever since.

The detection rate of cases plummeted.

Now the fourth squadron relies entirely on Lawrence to take the lead.

The problem is that the Fourth Squadron is now divided into two teams, which has also resulted in the income of Harry's team being low.

Harry still had a daughter to raise, and he spent money lavishly on his own. Later, he and his good brother, Happy, decided to set up a detective agency to earn extra money.

Happy is the hacker friend Harry mentioned before.

This guy has great computer skills.

Harry blew out a smoke ring with a melancholy look on his face:

"I can use the police station's system and know a lot of people. Happy is proficient in computer technology and has good investigative skills. He also has a dream of being a detective, so we jointly opened this detective agency.

We thought we could make some money by taking on some jobs like catching rapes, but we didn’t expect that this line of work wouldn’t be easy either.

After we opened, we had no customers at all.”

Dean sneered: "Then you two bastards, can you explain why the email I received from Smith Detective Agency was at this address?"

Smith Detective Agency is not easy to mess with.

Harry and his friend Happy would be in big trouble if they found out.

Harry didn't know about it either.

He looked at his good brother Happy in surprise: "Man, what did you do?"

Happy shrank his head: "Don't those bastards look down on me? I made an email interception program to intercept emails sent to Los Angeles. As a result, I saw the email they sent to Boss Dean, it seemed I wanted him to accept the case, so I thought I could learn how to be a detective, so I quietly modified the content of the email..."

Dean: "."

It turned out that when Happy found out that the detective business was not easy to do, he wanted to learn from it secretly, so he found the Los Angeles office of the Smith Detective Agency and wanted to seek employment opportunities, but was humiliated by the receptionist.

Then it happened that Dean was tricked into coming here.

Fate is so wonderful.

Harry was worried that Dean would blame his good brother, so he quickly interrupted: "Boss Dean, Happy is not bad, he is still very capable, he has great potential, he just needs a master to lead him, by the way, Happy, you Isn’t it open these days?”

Happy: "."

He glanced at Harry, who was trying to put in a good word for him, and then at Dean, who was full of joking, and showed an awkward but polite smile: "Haha, yes, although there were some mistakes in the middle, it was still completed. Employer’s Task.”

Dean smiled and said: "You mean that your employer asked you to investigate the evidence of his husband's cheating, and then you went on the scene yourself and let his husband cheat on you?"

Harry looked at his good brother Happy in shock, his lips trembled, and finally turned into emotion: "Happy, it's just a commission of one thousand US dollars, you work so hard?"

He didn't expect that in order to open up the market and relieve himself from financial pressure, his good brother would be so cruel to him!

At this moment, Harry made up his mind that even if he had to sell Bigu, he would let Boss Dean lead a group of Happy boys to fulfill their good brother's dream of being a detective!

Happy was anxious: "That's just acting, acting! There is indeed something wrong with the employer's husband. The key is that the other party is too careful. I can't find any chance to legally obtain evidence, so I can only make some damaging moves. I. I am innocent!" "

In the end, Dean accepted Happy and prepared to take him with him.

Not because Happy is Harry's friend.

The main thing is that Happy, for the sake of a thousand-dollar commission, would go to the trouble of being innocent and slander his employer's husband's sexual orientation and cheating, which is shameless enough.

Flexible, shameless, and quick to escape.

It's enough to bring it with you temporarily.

After telling Harry not to reveal his return to Los Angeles for the time being, Dean took his new little brother Happy and rushed towards the real office of Smith Detective Agency in Los Angeles.

I kept going into the dark room and couldn't get out, which was a bit of a state of mind.

Let’s go through one chapter first.